Fantasy

Flights of Angels
He crossed a filthy tunnel, ignoring discarded garbage, swept away by broken objects with sharp edges. He felt like a broken thing with sharp edges himself.
By Jn Sharma 4 years ago in Fiction
Signal to Ground
At about ten o'clock at night in Lincoln West Bunker, five miles from the front, radio Mike Jackson jumped out of his seat and quickly tore off the headphone jack from the console.
By Sejal shrestha4 years ago in Fiction
Schrodinger's Message
Sarah drinks her coffee without tasting it, last week's food burns her throat. The wall monitor next to the moving kitchen table flashes time with white letters, 05:06, too soon for him to wake up. His factory shift will not start until eight, but he has not slept well in the house since Teddy left. Nothing too empty. It's too quiet. A sense of suspicion that something is happening too far away when the time in his collapsing house has stopped.
By Jn Sharma 4 years ago in Fiction
Walking on sunshine. Master Fiv
In a land of darkness, Master Fiv is a ray of hope. He was trained by the death lord Skimna. In his original world he was a nobody that worked for squad 3, originally from squad 2 of the Gotei 13. He would gather all kinds of info, Mainly from Utah from the states and bunch of areas through japan. Send data to squad 12. He also would help with Jigokuchou (monitoring and message system).
By Otto Mcline-Of-Flursick4 years ago in Fiction
Battle of The Nether Amphitheater
“Ladies and Gentlemen, boys and girls, Tieflings and Halflings… and whatever the seven hells that thing is. Welcome to The Nether Amphitheater!” The blond-haired bard stood in the center of the stage with his voice amplified by a spell as he looked around at the filled seats. This was the biggest show of the year, and he was sure it was going to be their best yet. He shook out his whole body as if he had the shivers before grinning and turning in a circle to look down into the arena at the men and women that were gathered there.
By Bunny 4 years ago in Fiction
The Red Day
The war had been raging for as long as any could remember. The Dragons and the Artificers both believed they were in the right of things, but neither side would relent. Not until the others were gone.
By Bunny 4 years ago in Fiction
Blue Moonlight Part Four: The Fox meets her Goddess
An ancient man stood in front of me, his forest green robes flowed around his frail body. Liver spots dotted his shiny bald head, his knobby hands guiding me to a black marble table. His black eyes stared down at me sternly, the marble feeling cold to my skin. Jean hovered above me, the old man kicking everyone out.
By Brittany Mitchell4 years ago in Fiction
The Anaconda Insurgency. Top Story - March 2022.
There was no resting under the sun. It was a saying from his days working the coffee plantation. While the sun was up, everyone worked, and not just the hired hands but the Madam too. Even after sunset, she was in the office of the estate house working. It wasn’t until he became an officer that he learned the true meaning of administration.
By Jessica Rumbold4 years ago in Fiction
Letters From a Lost Kingdom (3)
I think you should take a closer look at this. There's a code. The lord of Maleficia had written it to give an order to one of his most trusted spies. We suspect they may have something more than just a professional relationship.
By Mei Lin4 years ago in Fiction
Law Of Attraction Classics Practical Mental Influence Attracting Thought Waves Ww Atkinson
Then again there is another feature of the case that we must not lose sight of, and that is the Attraction between minds, by virtue of which one draws to himself the Thought-Waves of others whose thoughts are in accord with his own.
By Mohammad Arif4 years ago in Fiction
Memories of Mirrored Worlds
At midnight on her ninth birthday, Alison Marie was crowned Queen of the Nightlands; she decreed that flowers should glow in the dark and that bats should dine with her at supper. At midnight on her tenth birthday, she was named Keeper of the Secret Word, which she whispered to her trusted steed, a giant frog who galloped through the moors. On her eleventh birthday, Alison Marie was worshipped as Goddess of the Sky. She spread her dragon wings each night and breathed the stars to live with fire. But at midnight on her twelfth birthday, Alison Marie became the daughter of a widowed man, and she made no more visits to her other lives.
By Rajya laxmi4 years ago in Fiction
The Place Beyond the Brambles
When last I saw you, my sweet, my love, you were shrunk to the size of Grandma's thimble and plucked from the porch by the bees of the forest. We heard your cries, your wild shrieks of delight, as they carried you to the place beyond the southern brambles. Listened, after, to the silence that followed, to the empty fields and the dark shadows beneath the trees where no bee remained to hum its evening song.
By Rajya laxmi4 years ago in Fiction